I Turned Out to Be the Dead White Moonlight of the Canary - Chapter 5

The bathrobe slipped off as Yan Sheng grabbed her hand, calling out in a pitiful voice, “Sister…”

That plaintive yet somewhat sweet tone unconsciously reminded Song Shi’an of the cotton candy she’d eaten in her youth.

This was also Song Shi’an’s first time interacting with an alpha. Thanks to that bastard Zhu Yuandong, who always thought she was frigid, he’d stuffed her with numerous books and videos.

Under his urging, Song Shi’an had reluctantly gone through them all.

After finishing them, her impression of alphas had worsened—most of them seemed completely ignorant of the concept of tenderness in bed.

Yet she never imagined that useless knowledge would one day come in handy, and that she’d be the one taking the lead.

The pretty little alpha was just too soft—both in temperament and body.

And prone to fainting due to malnutrition, even more delicate than her, an omega.

Three days passed, and Song Shi’an’s heat cycle finally ended.

When she woke up, her body had returned to normal, while the alpha in bed was still asleep—likely exhausted from being overworked the previous night.

Being an omega, when the heat surged, the emptiness was truly tormenting.

The only alpha nearby naturally became the target of her demands.

Seeing the girl still asleep, Song Shi’an freshened up, rummaged through the wardrobe for a change of clothes, then went straight to find Zhu Yuandong.

His company wasn’t far, and though he rarely managed it, he still needed to check in occasionally.

“She’s locked up at the police station. How do you want to handle it?” Zhu Yuandong asked while lounging on the sofa playing a game.

“Fine, I’ll have someone deal with it later,” Song Shi’an said as she sat down.

Zhu Yuandong gave her a once-over. “Tsk, you look pretty energetic. Not like before when every heat cycle seemed to drain half your life away.”

Song Shi’an rolled her eyes. “Enough with the nonsense. Did you look into her background like I asked?”

Zhu Yuandong pointed at the laptop on the coffee table. “There. Just got it an hour ago. Was about to send it to you but got distracted by the game. Check it yourself.”

“Background’s pretty simple, no messy entanglements. An orphan who worked hard—actually got into Nanjing University’s Chinese Literature Department.”

“Song Shi’an, you’re not actually serious about this, are you?” Zhu Yuandong grinned at her.

After reading through it, Song Shi’an lazily replied, “Don’t you think keeping a pretty little sister around is quite pleasing to the eye?”

“True. Funny, I didn’t even know we had someone this pretty among the staff. The manager said she was just hired this month. Shame I haven’t been to the bar all month,” Zhu Yuandong lamented.

Song Shi’an shot him a glare. “What, thinking of pulling strings with your own employee?”

“Come on, I’m not that shameless. Just regret not spotting such a beauty sooner. If I had, I’d have snatched her for the company’s film division—such looks going to waste is a crime.”

Song Shi’an: “…”

“Get lost.”

“Alright, alright, now we know she’s yours. No need to be so angry.” Zhu Yuandong ended the game and tossed her phone aside.

“Wait, doesn’t the differentiation period last seven days? Did you just leave that girl there?”

“What else was I supposed to do?” Song Shi’an sent a message to her private lawyer, asking them to deal with the troublemakers.

She also texted her aunt to help resolve the Sheng family matter.

“You’re really something, using her and then abandoning her. An omega’s differentiation period requires either medication or an alpha’s presence. Just walking away like that is too much.”

Song Shi’an rolled her eyes. “She was asleep. I took the chance to step out.”

“You seem to have plenty of free time, meddling in everything.”

“No, no, Miss Song, I was just asking casually.” Zhu Yuandong was terrified she might go back and drag her sister into this.

She had no doubt that with Song Shi’an’s talent for spinning tales, she’d be roped into working in no time.

Song Shi’an had her send over the documents, then left without a second thought.

“Ugh, what a heartless woman, ditching friends for love,” Zhu Yuandong couldn’t help but mutter.

“Not as impressive as you, Miss Zhu, with countless lovers to your name.” With that, Song Shi’an walked out of the office.

When Song Shi’an returned, the moment she opened the door, she was hit by the overwhelming scent of mint pheromones.

The aroma was so potent that just a whiff made her legs go weak.

Quickly shutting the door, Song Shi’an fought back her desire as she made her way to the bedroom.

The sight of Yan Sheng nearly melted her heart.

The beautiful alpha was curled up on the sofa, clutching the bathrobe Song Shi’an had worn earlier, surrounded by the thin blanket she’d used.

Like an abandoned kitten desperately seeking its owner’s scent for comfort.

The moment Yan Sheng saw Song Shi’an return, tears welled up instantly.

“Waaah~ Sister, I’ll be good, please don’t leave me.”

Tormented by the heat of her differentiation phase, the alpha couldn’t hold back her grievances upon smelling the familiar pheromones.

Though Song Shi’an had only intended to keep her as a pet, seeing the clingy, pitiful look softened her heart.

She walked over, leaned down, and kissed the teary face. “Good girl, I just went out to handle something. No more crying.”

Yan Sheng nuzzled into Song Shi’an’s palm, her gaze growing unfocused.

The longer she inhaled the minty pheromones, the weaker Song Shi’an’s legs became.

Sitting beside Yan Sheng, she lifted the alpha’s chin. “Be a good girl and come sit in my lap.”

Yan Sheng obediently complied, and once enveloped in the comforting scent, she began nibbling and kissing Song Shi’an’s neck haphazardly.

Song Shi’an let her have her way.

The pheromone purifier hummed steadily, yet the room grew thicker with their scents.

Along with them came breathy moans and intermittent sobs.

Pinning Yan Sheng to the sofa, Song Shi’an couldn’t resist licking her swollen gland.

The reddened gland begged to be bitten.

And so she did.

She flooded Yan Sheng’s gland with her own pheromones.

Omegas could reversely mark alphas—though most alphas would never allow it.

To them, this was a challenge to an alpha’s authority.

But Yan Sheng obediently endured the pain as Song Shi’an held her down.

The pain brought tears to her eyes again, despite having stopped earlier.

Regaining some rationality, Song Shi’an cupped Yan Sheng’s delicate face: “Why are you so quick to cry?”

Yan Sheng gently bit her lower lip: “Sister, it hurts.”

Song Shi’an felt an inexplicable pang of guilt and kissed the corner of her lips: “Be good, it’ll be over soon.”

Yan Sheng clung tightly to Song Shi’an: “I’ll be good, sister, please don’t abandon me.”

Like a little fox afraid of being abandoned, her beautiful peach-blossom eyes brimmed with tears, making her utterly pitiable.

As the heat gradually subsided, Yan Sheng, exhausted, nestled into Song Shi’an’s embrace and slowly drifted off to sleep.

With the soothing effect of Song Shi’an’s pheromones, she slept quite peacefully.

Song Shi’an gazed at her, reaching out to touch her delicate face—her eyes were slightly swollen.

Then, she traced her fingers over Yan Sheng’s scent gland at the back of her neck, causing the girl in her arms to let out a soft moan at the slightest touch.

The sound made Song Shi’an’s heart itch with desire.

Her long brown hair cascaded over fair skin, and her usually sharp phoenix eyes were filled with rare tenderness.

Her slender fingers brushed over Yan Sheng’s lips—what kind of alpha could be this pitifully adorable?

Song Shi’an pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth before lifting her up and carrying her to the bathroom.

Gently placing her in the bathtub, she ran warm water and had someone bring up a few cooling eye masks.

Miss Song had never waited on anyone before, yet as she bathed the girl in her arms, she felt not the slightest impatience—instead, she found it oddly enjoyable.

By the time Yan Sheng woke again, it was already afternoon, roused by hunger.

She tried to open her eyes but realized something was covering them.

Reaching up, she removed the eye mask.

The familiar surroundings brought her some relief as she blinked awake.

She turned slightly and saw Song Shi’an lying beside her.

It was summer, and the room was cooled by the perfect air conditioning. Song Shi’an had draped a light blanket casually over herself.

She lay on her side, and as Yan Sheng turned, she caught sight of her long legs and the soft, pale curve of her partially exposed chest.

Her cheeks flushed again, her mind flooded with memories of Song Shi’an teasing her—

Or the times when Song Shi’an had guided her hands to tease her in return.

In moments of passion, even the usually cold Song Shi’an would reveal an intoxicating expression.

Then, the corners of her eyes would redden slightly, her lovely lips parting just a little.

And when kissed, they were so soft.

Yan Sheng’s fingers unconsciously brushed over Song Shi’an’s lips—whether it was Song Shi’an losing control under the influence of pheromones or the more dominant version pinning her down,

She realized she loved them both.

Feeling the touch, Song Shi’an slowly opened her eyes.

“Awake?” Her slightly brownish eyes gazed lazily at Yan Sheng.

Hearing her low voice, Yan Sheng hastily withdrew her hand, her fair face burning crimson.

“Mhm…”

At the same time, an untimely growl came from Yan Sheng’s stomach.

Song Shi’an chuckled and sat up languidly.

“If you’re hungry, order food yourself. Do you need me to do even that for you?” She arched a brow, a hint of teasing in her expression.

Watching the high-quality silk blanket slip from Song Shi’an’s body, Yan Sheng quickly averted her eyes: “N-no, I can do it.”

Flustered, she wrapped herself in a robe and got out of bed to order food—making sure to include a portion for Song Shi’an as well.

Song Shi’an watched her walk out, then reached for the phone on the bedside table.

There were numerous messages, mostly invitations from her rowdy friends.

Song Shi’an replied to the pinned contacts—one was her aunt, the other her lawyer.

Both were discussing matters related to the Sheng family, but their tones couldn’t have been more different.

Aunt: [You’re asking for my help to deal with some small fry like the Sheng family? Can’t you handle it yourself?]

Song Shi’an rubbed her nose. She was just lazy—she really didn’t want to bother with those things.

Aunt: Fine, fine. No next time, or I’ll tell your mother.

Song Shi’an immediately pleaded: Aunt, I was wrong, really wrong.

If her mother found out, she’d be done for—she’d definitely be dragged back to work.

Right now, she had zero interest in working. Though leisure could get boring at times, it was still better than the office.

Aunt: [Took you long enough to reply. What were you up to? I remember your heat cycle is coming soon?]

Don’t tell me you’re toughing it out alone again? I’ve told you before—just find an omega. What’s with the resistance?

Song Shi’an: “……”

An omega wouldn’t be able to help her.

But this time, she really wasn’t pushing herself.